Nothing is Wrong - After Hayes

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I will wrap hands around you from the edges of my frayed >jaw to your hair. Your thistle skin pressed thin through the dark creases in my fingers.

The first time I held you, I jerked awake and saw that you were the Oklahoma morning air, and oatmeal with my mother, and I knew I’d come full circle. Now, my word hands will fold the world, push my humidity next to your Mexico dust.

I want in increasing desperation. No one will ever come after me to grow,but you chose to. It’s time to learn why, with my teeth, with the calluses on my palms.

I don’t know why I have this last name and who my grandfather was. I think he sits by the side of a campfire in my few and far between dreams. Boy who was me, I have found a way to fold lightning into my palms andgive it away, so stop climbing around in your bed.

I still remember the day I flung a belt around my neck, stared at the blood flecked walls, tried too hard. Amante, restore me to health, please, restore me to health with your legs. I’m going crazy in this room. The lights are insideof my skin now.

I want to drop my sails into a heartbeat ripple. I am the waves which are pushed along your legs. Amante, you are mine. You were mine the day you picked strawberries on hands and knees and I wanted to bury fingers into your veins.

She pushed her tongue into my spine and told me I wanted an ocean. It wasthe most control I could give her. I want her to have more. Amante, I want you to be a part of me. I am the waves pushing up your legs intomine, in heat desperation, in heat lightning, crackling.

I took from this piece a surrealism that I recall from Carlos Castaneda's Don Juan. It was as if Mescalito were calling. You have a stunning talent Samuel, can't wait to see more, and yes, welcome to Hennen's!